Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.